C2619 Solve the Problem

Zhang Xingyun did not answer Black Bear's question. Instead, she looked at the little boy, who was in so much pain that he wished he were dead, and asked with a cold expression, "Who else came?"

"You think I'll tell you?" The little boy picked up the fruit knife that Zhang Xingyun threw out earlier and wiped it across his neck.

As his blood flowed out, his body was continuously being corroded